DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Outsiders!
Hey, guys, thank for all the reviews, for my last chapter! I hope you like this one okay. It's not as random as the last one, because I based part of it on some events that happened to me last night. Enjoy!
It was a dark and stormy night. Ponyboy and Sodapop Curtis sat on their couch having a brother's movie night in. (Excluding Darry, who had to go to bed early, since he had work the next day.) They picked the scariest movies they could find. Vertigo, Psycho, and even The Exorcist. It didn't matter that the movie didn't come out for 7 years. They watched it anyway. Needless to say, the boys were quite freaked after watching these.
A scared Sodapop jumped into Ponyboy's lap, and Pony soothed his older brother.
"Soda?" Pony asked.
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna get up and go lock the door, okay?"
Soda took a deep breath. "Okay."
Ponyboy slid out from under Soda and went to close and lock the door. But right before Pony closed the door he swore he saw someone standing on the porch. He locked it quickly and ran back into the living room.
"OH MY GOD! SODA!" Pony yelled.
"WHAT?" Soda asked, standing up.
Ponyboy collected himself. "I…I think I saw someone standing on the porch."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Well, more like a bang on the door.
"OH MY GOD, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Soda yelled, grabbed his brother by the wrist and pulled him into the kitchen. What were they going to do now?
"Soda…I'm gonna go see who it is," Pony said.
"NO PONY! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I CAN'T REEEEED!" Soda yelled, hugging Ponyboy.
Pony slapped Soda across the face. "Snap out of it! We're going to be fine!"
"Okay," Soda said. "But at least arm yourself."
He picked up a pot and put it on Pony's head, and handed him a spatula.
"What is this gonna do?" Pony asked.
"Pony, don't question Big Brother's wisdom. Now go. Go." Soda said, and Pony started across the living room to the front door.
Ponyboy unlocked the door and opened it. On the porch stood a man, soaked from the rain. He wore a long trench coat and soaking wet hat that covered his eyes.
"AHHHH!" Ponyboy screamed, very similarly to a little girl. He turned and ran out the back door into the rain to live with a nice farm family.
The man limped into the house, through the living room, and into the kitchen. That's when Two-Bit walked in through the back.
"OH NO SODA! I'LL SAVE YOU!" He yelled, and leaped on top of Sodapop.
He then pulled out a Sock'em Bopper and beat the man across the face. He flew into the living room and lay, seemingly lifeless, on the floor.
"HA! I SHOWED HIM!" Two-Bit yelled. But suddenly his Sock'em Bopper started getting bigger and bigger until finally it exploded.
"AHHHH!" Two-Bit screamed, similarly to a little girl, and ran into the fireplace and flew up the chimney.
Just as Two-Bit left, Steve poked his head in through the kitchen window. Soda, startled by this threw a pot at his head, and Steve fell out of the window and back into the rain.
Steve got up and climbed back up to the window, sticking his head in.
"Soda, it's me!" He yelled, and then noticed that his friend was huddled in a corner and a scary-looking man was on the floor in the next room.
"OH MY GOD! I'LL SAVE YOU BUDDY!" He yelled, but then the window came down, hit him on the head, and Steve fell back out into the rain.
He was now determined to get into that house. He jumped up, thrust his torso through the window, fell into the sink, and then tumbled over and landed next to Soda, breaking a few dirty dishes along the way.
"What's going on?" Steve asked.
"THERE'S A BAD GUY! What are we gonna do? OH MY GOD! WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Soda replied, trembling.
"No, don't worry buddy. He's probably just a salesman or something." Steve rationalized.
Soda's eyes grew wide. "OH MY GOD! WHAT IF HE'S DEAD! WHAT IF WE KILLED HIM? WE'LL BE CHARGED WITH THE DEATH OF A SALESMAN!"
Steve slapped his best bud across the face. "CALM DOWN! Just stay calm. Stay calm. We'll stay calm and everything will be fine." He said, making Soda feel better.
Suddenly the scary man, who hadn't moved since Two-Bit was around grunted and moved.
"AHHH!" Steve screamed, similarly to a fat, 8-year-old girl in pigtails named Betsy, and jumped into Soda's lap, Scooby-Doo style.
"OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Steve yelled.
"I KNOW!" Soda yelled back.
"Soda, since we're dying and everything, I just want you to know that I love you." Steve said.
"I know. I love you too, Stevie."
"And I want you to know that I don't really hate Ponyboy."
"I know."
"And I want you to know that I once dropped your toothbrush into the toilet, when I hadn't flushed yet, and I just put it back in the medicine cabinet without washing it or anything."
"I kno—
Soda looked at Steve.
"WHAT?"
Steve smiled weakly and then looked back at the scary man who was now entering the kitchen. He reached his arms out like a zombie.
"Soda…" he mumbled, in a low scratchy voice.
"Oh, thank GOD!" Steve yelled. "He only wants YOU!"
Steve jumped out of Soda's lap with a look of relief.
"But Steve, you've gotta help me!" Soda yelled, scared out of his mind.
"Sorry, buddy, I would, but I hear my dad calling me." He said, and then opened up the cabinet under the sink, climbed in, and clicked his heels 3 times while chanting, "I'm a pretty girl" and then vanished into thin air.
"OH NO! NOW I'M ALL ALONE!" Soda yelled.
"Soda…Soda…I'm gonna…kill you…" The man mumbled, now just a few feet away from Sodapop.
"AHHHH!" Soda screamed, quite similarly to a little girl. Times like these really call for you to scream like one.
He stopped at Soda's feet, and hauled him up by his collar.
"I'm going to kill you," he said. He then took off his wet hat, revealing his white-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes.
"OH THANK GOD, DALLY, IT'S YOU!" Soda yelled, grabbing his friend in a bear hug.
"Boy, I thought you were some crazy-psycho-killer here to murder me!"
"Soda, let me tell you why I'm here," Dally began, "My car broke down at the end of the South side. I had to walk all the way here in the pouring down rain. I got jumped by Socs, attacked by dogs, and sexually harassed by the milk man. I called you about 50 damn times at every pay phone I walked by and YOU NEVER ANSWERED! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
And at that, he started strangling Soda. He killed him and he was dead. Just as Dally finished committing his homicide, Johnny walked in through the back door and went into the kitchen, holding a switchblade.
"Johnny, why is your switch all bloody?" Dally asked.
Johnny looked at him, shaking. "Dal…I-I think I killed a Soc."
"Oh no," Dally said, and sat down next to Soda on the floor. He leaned against the counter and banged his head on it a few times. This was enough to make all the knives sitting on the counter top fall off and stab Dally all over until he finally bled to death.
Johnny was left standing over the dead Sodapop Curtis and Dallas Winston, holding a bloody knife.
Now, back in Darry's room, in Darry's bed, lie Darry. He was now aware of and curious about all of the noise coming from the kitchen. He got up to check it out; even though he was sure it was just the guys wrestling like always.
He walked down the hall and through the living room, not seeing anything. He then went into the kitchen and was quite shocked by what he saw.
"GODDAMMIT! WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY HOUSE!"
FIN.